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Most of us rolled our eyes at the invasion of hipsters, but the “Flat White Economy” is flourishing.
From activists' darling Andy Burnham to long shot Owen Smith, here are the hopefuls for the Labour leadership.
New Statesman editor Jason Cowley gives his election post-mortem.
Ed Miliband wanted to govern a land that doesn’t exist. If his successors seek to change Britain, they must first be ready to understand it.
As the media try to make sense of the 2015 general election, Andrew Marr explains why predictions were so far off the mark.
Miliband's successor should focus on overturning the Tories' advantage on leadership and the economy.
The production makes it very clear what we are supposed to think, which sadly detracts from the variety and ambiguity the composer worked into his score.
From Kean to Dench, the best performers radiate an electricity that transcends the stage.
Sacks has written of showing “extreme immoderation” in his passions. His new book, On the Move: a Life, reveals them.
Our licence fees pay – in part – for two hours of lackadaisical nostalgia and lazy nature-gawping.
A refinement of his earlier work, Vann's new novel gives a socially determined take on how things fall apart.
This is the dark, nightmarish little voice inside every mother, the one we spend our lives trying to shut up.
The bones housed in the Fontanelle ossuary speak to the conviction that the obscure deserve comemmoration, too.
For thrills, I would take that exit poll over Judi Dench and Jude Law any day.
It seems that Sher is never not speaking on the radio or being spoken about.
Hearing audiences might feel that they are being kept at arm’s length and they would be right.
The 2014 Eurovision winner already counts Cher and Lagerfeld among her fans. Now, her message of tolerance is going global.
With her monstrous phallus and pendulous balls, Britain's Sarah Lucas has sunk to the occasion.
Three prize-laden upcoming poets return with second collections driving poetry into the digital future and the human past.
In 1918, after being attacked by demobbed soldiers at a meeting, Banton lost to the Liberal Gordon Hewart.
Next season, I hope for the return of gigantic sideboards, like what George Best and Malcolm Macdonald used to have.
There comes a point when the shit piles so high on top of you that there’s no point in even trying to struggle.
From the glorious July that I once spent deep in the Arctic Circle to the treacherous climate of central California.
He talked openly and knowledgeably until Peter Hitchens got on to him about cod.
Station Eleven by Emily St John Mandel prompts a heart-rending nostalgia for what is in fact our living present.
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